Kya btaon us din ka maja waaahhhhhh. Wapsi pe aik dost mila wo mandir ja rha tha main b sath chall para wo bola kahan se aye ho to usay btaya k 4 hot ...irls ko chod k aya hon to wo naraz honay laga k intay ganday jism k sath mandir jaye ga main bola chhor yar mandir ka ghanta bja k kya maja ksi hot larki ki naram garam mandir mein apna ghanta baja wo hy maja. Wo boht ghussa ho gya mgr main b mandir se ho k hi wapas gya. Usi raat sapnay mein maata rani k darshan howay wo boli apnay iss jism pe. Just down the road was a large park, which I knew was a notorious dogging spot.We drove down the dark lane to the park, and as we pulled into the car park I spotted several parked cars. My drunk girlfriend asked where are we? I said perhaps we can have some naughty fun as it was my birthday. Well she surprised me totally when she reached down and pulled my cock out and started playing with it.Wow I thought, she is drunk! I asked her to take off her top, and she did so straight away and then. He knew something or he wouldn't have bothered commenting, though I hadn't the slightest idea what or how. If he'd been a powerful enough telepath to by-pass my shields, I'm fairly sure he'd have read me before now. It's possible he could have read Billy, but not likely; Billy was supposed to have better shields than me."At least when he's awake," I whispered and swore. I'd forgotten his tendency for talking in his sleep, as well as sometimes projecting his thoughts loud enough for even someone. Why why, she seemed like nothing but a little slut! Displaying herself in those tight shorts, acting haughty and aloof but certainly not fooling Bette with her attitude; the lovely blonde mother had seen a lot of girls like Debbie Mason in Chicago and environs, and they were all mercenary, hard-hearted individuals who used their youthfully sensuous bodies and their allure to get whatever they wanted. Debbie fitted perfectly into that category, and even though Bette tried to tell herself that.